"Do you mean an accommodation-bill?" said Eglantine, whose mind ran
a good deal on that species of exchange.

"Pooh, nonsense, sir! The name of OUR firm is, I flatter myself, a
little more up in the market than some other people's names."

"Do you mean to insult the name of Archibald Eglantine, sir? I'd
have you to know that at three months--"

"Nonsense!" says Mr. Woolsey, mastering his emotion. "There's no
use a-quarrelling, Mr. E.: we're not in love with each other, I
know that. You wish me hanged, or as good, I know that!"

"Indeed I don't, sir!"

"You do, sir; I tell you, you do! and what's more, I wish the same
to you--transported, at any rate! But as two sailors, when a boat's
a-sinking, though they hate each other ever so much, will help and
bale the boat out; so, sir, let US act: let us be the two sailors."

"Bail, sir?" said Eglantine, as usual mistaking the drift of the
argument. "I'll bail no man! If you're in difficulties, I think
you had better go to your senior partner, Mr Woolsey." And
Eglantine's cowardly little soul was filled with a savage
satisfaction to think that his enemy was in distress, and actually
obliged to come to HIM for succour.

"You're enough to make Job swear, you great fat stupid lazy old
barber!" roared Mr. Woolsey, in a fury.